– Kristin Dombeck, The Selfishness of Others: An Essay on the Fear of Narcissism
… the moment you begin to find that the other lacks empathy – when you find him inhuman – is a moment when you can´t feel empathy, either.
– Lavinia Greenlaw, The Importance of Music to Girls
Growing up in Seventies provincial England was like being subjected to a stronger form of gravity.
– Jen George, The Babysitter at Rest
I was sexually attractive, which is highly valued in college and art circles as well as in other hierarchical scenes mimicking the structure of capitalism wherein older men with large hands finger younger women who read novels and possibly write or paint or play an instrument and make declarative statements such as, “If I had to work at an office in Midtown nine to five I’d jump off the George Washington Bridge” or “I’ve never been out of the country.”
– Meredith Trede, Tenement Threnody und andere Gedichte
Here’s looking at you, kid.
Men said things like that.
You know how to whistle, don’t you?
Just put your lips together and blow.
We know a woman said that,
At least in the movies. The camera
Was there. But she didn’t write
The lines; they were scripted for her.
– Niina Polari, Dead Horse
the doctor said “Do you feel tenderness”
She was touching me
No, I said, not mostly
She said “You have very fibrous breast tissue I would not be surprised
If you felt tenderness during your period”
– Lauren Holmes, Barbara the Slut and Other People
James didn’t do well with the rules, so I had to make more rules–no surprising me outside of my classes on the days we weren’t supposed to hang out, and then no surprising me even on the days we were supposed to hang out. Then no surprising me with my favorite breakfasts from the dining hall when I was on my way out of my dorm. And then no surprising me at all, for any reason. Basically, my first year of college was a total bust. I didn’t make any friends, and I didn’t do well in any of my classes, and I didn’t learn anything about life. All I did was date James. And by the end of the year I didn’t even want to do that.
– Alona Frankel, Girl: My Childhood and the Second World War
They were always with me. The lice. My lice.
– Yaa Gyasi, Homegoing
That night, Baaba woke Effia up while she was sleeping on the floor of their hut. Effia felt the warmth of her mother’s breath against her ear as she spoke. “When your blood comes, Effia, you must hide it. You must tell me and no one else,” she said. “Do you understand?” She handed Effia palm fronds that she had turned into soft, rolled sheets. “Place these inside of you, and check them every day. When they turn red, you must tell me.”
– Gina Wynbrandt, Somebody please have sex with me?
I didn´t know vaginas could stretch so much…
– Candice Millard, Hero of the Empire, The Making of Winston Churchill
What an awful thing it will be if I don’t come off … It will break my heart for I have nothing else but ambition to cling to.
– Joann Fletcher, The Story of Egypt
Within their rich body of myth and legend, the Egyptians believed that ‘in the beginning’ was complete darkness.
– Robin R. Cutler, Such Mad Fun, Ambition and Glamour in Hollywood´s Golden Age
My mother was twenty-three when Fitzgerald brought her this copy of Tender is the Night. She’d been an art student and aspiring author on its publication date in 1934. Three years later, the snappy dialogue in her short stories caught the interest of celebrated Hollywood agent, H. N. (“Swanie”) Swanson; within a few months she was hard at work at MGM.
– Erika Lust, Blog
Sex and all that.